Last night, The Fella and I got in the Way-Back Machine for an evening at the Lobster where my big gay ears eavesdropped on the neighboring table’s conversation…

Shrivelled Up Old Woman #1:  Is Candice’s husband black?
Shrivelled Up Old Woman #2: I don’t think so — why?
Shrivelled Up Old Woman#1:  She said his name was Jerome.
Shrivelled Up Old Woman #2:  That doesn’t mean anything — I had a cousin named Jerome and he was white.  Besides, Candice’s husband is a farmer.
Shrivelled Up Old Woman #1:  Ever heard of sharecroppers…?

And before anyone asks, yes — Tristan and I enjoyed our evening dining in the 1930’s.